Source: The New York Times
PARIS — On my first trip to Uganda, in 1968 after a year of covering Congolese mayhem, a soldier guarding the Parliament smiled pleasantly as I passed. A gleaming sword rested on an epaulette of his sky blue tunic. “Where’s your machine gun?” I asked, sm ...
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